Guilty Crime

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she was so stupid for stumbling her nerves on the phone after saying the wrong words and that police sirens are ringing through her eardrums miles away making her scared and so vulnerable from the intimidating yelling that ripped her reality to nothing.

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she was so torn when she called her sister on mom's forgotten phone suppressing her sad voice so the sister didn't worry what happened. After pushsing the red button, she was gasping for air to swallow her cries deep in her throat, letting the tears running down her broken face and dropping on the floor from her flonid eyes and ignoring the Aleve to calm the storm in her head shocking her nerves in her trembling hands.

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she was so nervous that she started cleaning the crime scene throughout the house, taking out the trash, mopping the path of tears, and wearing a mask to hide the evidence. Then, she sits on the couch with the bubble  wrap between her shaking fingers planning a good lie to overcome the deathening sirens singing in her ears until the lights peeked through the cold dark night into the windows.

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she was ready for any punishment from the police as the door opened but it was just the mom, dad and sister all happy and full of warmth that she was so tense and confused from the change of atmosphere. Dad read through her timid mask and wondered what happened as she told her lies to make the story true. He was so convinced that she was innocent but she knew I was guilty. 

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